Haiku #1

Inside a book was
An old man’s memories, they
Were merely his dreams.

Poem #15

Last day, sun’s smoke
Clouding its fire, we flew.
Yesterday we were in space,
forgetting to philosophize.
I sat still and saw the lamplighter,
Run from west to east,
Unable to keep the world lit.
You ran upon the moon, then
Leaping from star to star.
We ate lunch sitting on the universe,
Flat as a map,
Flowers like auroras were near
Our blanket of stars.
After lunch you stepped into empty space,
Space empty, as the field by your home;
And there we flew,
And floated about violet light,
Now vanquished by red
Night.